Celia“Yes, second chance. First was when I tried to kill your beloved lycan but his father and Xenos got in the way, foiling my plans. I, a high witch, had to take the help of a filthy vampire named Ivan to stay alive. I had to see you and Jasper laugh, and have fun when my child died…he…he still would have been alive. He would have been your age. But no, they killed him.”She said clutching her ashen hand to her chest. My gaze went to her hand and I realized it was shaking a little.Either she was feeling too emotional or too weak. The veins in her hands still looked jet black but it felt like something was bubbling inside of them again.I tried not to flinch at that grotesque sight. “But were you not supposed to be Ivan’s subordinate? How could you attack him and his people?”Isadora looked up at me with her eyes gleaming maniacally. It looked like she had lost her rationality long ago.She tilted her head again and I heard a few more bones creak.“Dark magic. It gave me everythin
Celia “No!!” I screamed and ran behind her but my legs were too shaky and wobbly from hours of being pulled at by the shadows. Isadora had a grim look on her face as she advanced towards the portal. The shadows were thinning, she was losing her magic but I feared she would still be able to hurt my people. Thus she ran towards the portal and waved her hand in front of it, discarding all the shadows at once. It became clear all at once and I saw the shocked faces of everybody on the other side. Xenos had his eyebrows furrowed in concentration, his arms extended as he was trying his best to keep them open while Nymeria too was doing the same. And Jasper had brought a big pole from somewhere and was about to jump in when they all saw me at once. “Celia…are you okay?” “Where is the dark witch?” “The dark mist was everywhere, we could not even see anything” Their worried and panicked voices reached my ear as Isadora stood by the side, hovering just a few feet above the ground. Thei
Celia I whirled around so fast that I think I almost sprained my ankle. And there was none other than Vasil standing in front of us. Isadora looked at him with contempt and he muttered, “I should have known you were the one” He said and jumped on her. Nymeria let out a pained gasp as Vasil jumped just as Isadora tried to slice into Nymeria’s neck. Vasil was too fast for us to keep track of. I recalled the way he had disappeared from the place after hastily saying goodbye. He had turned into a blur at that time and he did the same right now as he zoomed at her. Vasil raised his hand and she went up into the air, flying like a bird before he brought his hand down, hard. Isadora was smacked on the floor with a thud and the floor cracked as she desperately fought to break her fall. Her shadows were growing thinner and weaker by the minute. “You? You pathetic scum. How dare you attack me?” She snarled and Vasil merely shrugged before answering “You should have thought of the con
CeliaAnd then it hit me. “There is a way. Shit, we can still do it!!”I said and dashed through the room, running as fast as my legs could carry me. I was running towards the King’s room.I needed his help to do this.I was almost out of breath when I reached his room. He was getting ready, donning his robes and tying a belt while setting the crown aside.I should have knocked first but I had simply thrown the doors open and ran at him as he was preparing to set outside, to help his sons fight the witch.He saw me and asked, “Celia. What are you doing here?”I was breathless and panting but I tried to answer, “Y-your majesty, I…I need a favor from you”“Favor? At this hour?” He looked up at me curiously.I gulped and clutched at my chest to catch my breath.“Yes. The…the war gong…can you ask someone to ring it?”My request made him furrow his eyebrows. The war gong was a hugeMy eyes met his, and I could see the doubt and curiosity in his gaze. But I also knew that, above all, there
Jasper“Noooooo” I screamed as I saw Celia falling down the sky. Isadora had been holding her high up, away from everyone’s reach and no matter how big of a lycan I was, I certainly could not fly.Thus, for the last few minutes that seemed to stretch to eternity, I saw Celia struggle against Isadora.She had been fighting with all the energy inside of her. My brave girl.She had lost blood, so much blood…and I hoped I would be able to save in time.But then Isadora punctured her neck, making blood flow down her body in rivulets.A collective gasp resounded through the surroundings as everybody looked at the scene. “Pull your hands away or she dies”Isadora threatened but Celia shook her head valiantly, willing to sacrifice herself for lifting the curse of the lycans, off me.Despite her choked refusal that came in stutters, I was not willing to let Isadora take away the one thing that mattered to me.The alphas hesitated and a few pulled their hands away but a few of them obeyed Celi
Jasper.Celia. Her name echoed in my mind, a haunting melody that sent shivers down my spine.Celia…the girl who had walked into the palace with her head held high and stared at me defiantly despite being stark naked and dragged to me like a slave.Celia…the girl who had offered to accompany me to the Midnight Masquerade despite knowing the dangers and trained hard with me.Celia…the girl who had won the hearts of all the servants and maids in the palace, along with all the subjects of the kingdom without ever resorting to violence.Celia…the girl who taught me what love was, who had fought the pull of the mate bond to love me despite my numerous flaws…she was….gone.She had been the light in my life, the reason I fought against my fate, my destiny, the love that defied all odds. And now she was gone. Isadora had taken her from me, callously, heartlessly, and tossed her lifeless body from the sky.The world felt empty without her. Was it even worth saving if she was not with me?My he
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JasperMy consciousness began to stir, like a lone ember in the darkness. Pain tore through my body as I groaned, and my senses struggled to make sense of the disorienting world around me. The air was cool, and a throbbing ache resonated throughout my entire being. It felt as if I'd been torn apart over and over again and reassembled, just to start from scratch again.Even moving a finger felt like an effort and I lay deathly still, not wanting to open my eyes. I waited and waited to feel the life seeping away from me but it never happened.Had I not been injured lethally? Was it so hard to die?I blinked, my vision still foggy, and a splitting headache shot up my brain, making me groan in pain. Somehow, I managed to place my hand on my head to stop feeling dizzy but it was of little help.I blinked some more and I could only see white all around me. The palace wasn’t white…so where was I?Forcing my eyes that felt like they weighed a ton to open, I found myself suspended in a surreal
To all my lovely readers, I cannot thank you enough for staying with me on this wild roller coaster of emotions until the end. You cannot pick a favorite child but writing this book was magical, simply because, I got so many of you who were invested to read. I sincerely hope I've improved as a writer when compared to my old books and continue to write stories that touch your hearts. Last year was especially tough for me with fighting depression and a few other issues that I do not want to make public. Some of you loved the story, others not so much. But I want to thank every single one of you for giving this story and this author a chance. If my story managed to provide a temporary escape from reality or simply added a sprinkle of joy to your day, then my mission as a writer is complete. And to those who patiently endured the plot twists – I promise, I only did it because I love you all. Okay, maybe that is not the complete truth. Perhaps there was a hint of mischief in the twis
Jasper I turned my head to look at her from a distance. I could see the nervousness in her gaze, in her body language. My gaze flicked to the guests, all of whom were looking at her. She cleared her throat, “Today is going to be a big day of my life. But before I take that step…I…I wanted to tell you all something.” Her gaze found mine and I only smiled at her. Before she could speak another word, one of the many people in the crowd placed a hand on his chest and bowed down to her. Celia was stunned and watched him In surprise. Behind her, Nymeria, Xenos, and Vasil were slowly descending the stairs too. Following the first person, a few more did the same- place a hand on their chest, their heart to be precise, and bowed to her, going down on one knee. “What is going on?” She asked In a low voice. Soon, everybody followed suit. In a matter of minutes, the entire crowd was on its knees, bowing to her. Her eyes flicked to me and I too did the same gesture. Placing my hand on my
JasperI cleared my throat and looked down at the crowd of people who had come to witness the wedding. There had been no happy event or celebration in the palace after my birth.That day had been a day of celebration but Isadora had turned it into a nightmare. And after all those years, finally, we were having a moment to rejoice.But as I watched the hopeful eyes of the people surrounding me, I could not shake the uneasy feeling gnawing at me.I had to get rid of it. And the only way to do that was to be honest.For a confused moment, I stood on the stairs, looking at the excited faces of the people around me.My gaze flicked to my father and brothers, all of whom were smiling proudly at me.“Ladies and gentlemen, can I have your attention please?” I asked in a loud voice, turning even those heads that had been momentarily distracted while looking at the grandeur of the palace.“First of all, I would like to thank you all for being present today. Frankly, I did not expect so many of
JasperThe huge room suddenly felt too small and the air in the world did not seem enough to fill my lungs.Celia had spoken something, but I was too busy staring at her.My heartbeat was roaring in my ears as I took in her beauty that shone radiantly, nothing short of a thousand lanterns.Her face looked distraught and her eyes were red, her cheeks puffed up. Her makeup had smeared a little too.But despite that, she looked like an angel. A Goddess.I had only seen her in her usual gowns and training clothes, but this marvel…this was just for me.For a minute, I simply stood in front of her, drinking her features. How could she be so blissfully ignorant of what she was doing to me by just standing there in that beautiful dress?I took a step forward, and I saw a tear trickle down her eye.“Shh, don’t cry,” I said softly, reaching for her face and cupping it. And when I did, a surge of electricity rippled through me.My Lycan roared in my head, feeling exhilarated to see her all dolle
CeliaDread settled in my heart when Xenos and Nymeria revealed my life’s biggest secret. My whole life had been a lie?But then what about the people I grew up with thinking they were my parents?Nothing made sense anymore, and I only stared blankly at Xenos.“Is…is that true?”I asked, and he nodded. “There is a reason I never found the courage to tell you all of this earlier. And to be sure that I was not guessing it all wrong, I asked Nymeria to allow me to show her that memory, too. I touched her and with her permission, I looked through her memories…childhood memories, to be specific. There was no trace of me or Isadora in it.”My heart felt like it would break into a million pieces.“But then, how could I never do magic? I never sensed it and…and then why was I not able to fight her when she…she killed me?”I was sobbing hysterically and Nymeria’s face looked like she was cursing herself for ruining my day.She apologized over a thousand times that she did not want me to learn
Celia "Are you going to tell her, or should I?" Nymeria's question hung in the air like a storm cloud, casting a palpable tension in the room. I looked from Nymeria to Xenos, confusion and a growing sense of foreboding twisting in my chest. Their solemn expressions conveyed that something grave was afoot. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, my heart beginning to race. "Tell me what?" I pressed, my voice laced with unease. Xenos, usually a man of few words, hesitated for a moment. His eyes held mine for a second longer than I expected, and I could see a mix of guilt and apprehension in them. He opened his mouth to speak but closed it again, the weight of his unspoken words lingering in the room. Nymeria, her expression torn between sympathy and responsibility, finally broke the silence. "Celia, there's something you need to know." I felt a shiver crawl down my spine. The room, once filled with warmth and camaraderie, had now become suffocating with uncertainty. My thoughts raced as
CeliaThe grand lycan palace was alive with anticipation, every corner adorned with flowers and delicate decorations in celebration of our wedding day. Two weeks had passed in a blur since the night Jasper had proposed to me in front of my pack.And every day after that seemed like a dream to me. I would wake up and pinch myself, wondering if it was all my imagination.But it was true, every single moment of it…just like today.The air was thick with the sweet scent of blooming roses, and the palace echoed with laughter and the sound of joyous conversations.In my room, the one I used to live in before I moved in with Jasper, a sense of nervous excitement filled the room as I sat before a beautifully crafted vanity mirror, surrounded by my maids and my dear friend, Nymeria. Their skilled hands moved with grace, tending to every detail to transform me into the radiant bride I aspired to be.The maids began to braid my long, dark hair, weaving flowers and jewels into it.As their nimble
"Are you guys ever coming out?" Jasper called with a good-natured grin, standing a few paces away from the porch.He had his hands placed on the doorframe and looked at us with his eyes furrowed as he saw Vasil holding my hand which I gave a gentle squeeze.“Don’t forget what I told you. Think about it,” I added, looking at Vasil while getting up from the chair.Jasper folded his hands over his chest and asked, “What secret are you guys discussing?”Vasil too got up from his chair and gave my arm a light squeeze.“Of course. And just so you know, if he ever hurts you or makes you sad, you know where to find me.”“Ha ha ha, very funny, bloodsucker,” Jasper replied humorlessly and looked at me to indicate that he wanted me to come out of the room.Vasil outstretched his hand as if to say, “After you” and I looked at him with my eyes wide, “Why are you always mean to him?”Jasper grinned, “He tried to take you from me. Am I not great for letting him live?”Vasil, who was just behind me,
CeliaAs Jasper walked beside me, his very presence filled my being with warmth and comfort. His scent, a heady mixture of earthy woods and his own unique, intoxicating fragrance, enveloped me like a protective embrace. I observed him, my heart overflowing with gratitude for the incredible man who had become not just my love but my lifeline, my mate.Isadora had tricked me into believing Vasil was my mate but the true pull of the mate bond was poles apart from the confusion she had tried to insert in my head.It was as if whenever I saw Jasper, my heart filled with hope and the promise that if he was around, nothing would ever go wrong.Every time I recalled the way he had jumped up and down the floor when I called him my mate and the way he ran through the palace telling everyone excitedly that I was his mate, my eyes would grow moist.What had I ever done to deserve him? I barely tried to fight Isadora but he literally fought both the devil and the Goddess, just like he had promised